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Joel Beck 
[b]Location[/b]: [i]Now[/i] it's a Pain Clinic 
[b]Tags[/b]:Kitsune, Bouncer[/center]

In typical Joel fashion, he showed little hesitation as he approached a situation that would almost certainly turn out bad for him. He picked up a loose chunk of sidewalk and hurled it through the window. It shattered into a million, very satisfying, pieces.

"Always kinda' wanted to do that," Joel said as he stepped through the broken glass. It wasn't really apparent who he was talking to. 

"[i]Just remember: No headshots this time[/i]," Doug reminded him. 

"Right. No headshots." Joel walked around the front desk and tried the door behind it. Locked. Maybe he could pick the lock, or look around for a ke- he kicked the door down. 

The shitshow began almost immediately. The door led to a hallway with an elevator at the end and six mall cops in-between. They opened fire and Joel got to work. First guy got his gun ripped from his hands and fed to his face. Second guy got shot by third guy, then got a knee to the face from Joel. Third guy was backing up, crowding four, fifth, and sixth guy. Joel turned his new gun on them and aimed at their feet. Non-lethal. It just really sucked for them. 

He dragged them out of the way of the elevator door and left them there. It wasn't like they were going to run away. Once the doors closed, Joel hit the only button available and counted his new holes while he waited. This was exactly why he wore all black. 

Finally, the elevator doors open. Joel immediately got some new holes again.